From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubt and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.
-The Place Where We Are Right by Yehuda Amichai from How Lovely the Ruins
I have been both surprised and not at how vehemently people have doubled down on shifting information. We are funny creatures, humans in the internet age. We seem to cling to certainty with a vicious grasp the more uncertain things become around us. Our need to be certain when not much really ever is has hardened us to learning new things, to hearing one another and being open to new information and experiences. Much is changing and likely much will continue to change even after this time.
Today I am taking a deep breath, I am exhaling and I am acknowledging that I cannot know it all with certainty. I will practice being informed by not anxiously collecting information to create certainty I cannot hold.
I am hoping that in this breathing and boundaries around information I can leave the ground less trampled, softer to plant seeds and see something good, maybe flowers, spring up in me and you in this time.
To Find a Steady Center is a daily poem and meditation to offer a short, good word to those who are anxious, fearful or lonely and who might need a gentle word of hope, encouragement or perspective during social distancing.